bathroom sobbing, as fluid ran down her thighs.
“Oh god, not again. Please help me. Not again,” she sobbed slamming and locking the door behind her.
“Melissa, what's the matter? Come out and talk to us little Mel,” Damian talked through the door. He could hear her sobbing, she was trying to be quiet, but she was breaking his heart.
“Melissa, open the door sweetheart. Why did you run honey? Please Mel, you have nothing to be crying about.
Open the door,” Luke said worried.
When the door stayed closed to them, Damian and Luke began to worry for their mate.
“What do you think that was about?” Luke asked his brother.
“I have no idea; but we are going to find out,”
Damian stated firmly.
“Melissa, open this fucking door right now,” Damian growled the command. He decided to take matters into his own hands when nothing happened.
“Melissa if you're near the door I want you to back away from it.”
Melissa didn't know what to make from that statement from Damian. She backed away from the door with trepidation. She screamed in fright when the door came crashing in, bouncing against the wall.
Damian and Luke entered the bathroom taking in her tear stained face, red rimmed eyes and pink cheeks. She had never looked more beautiful to either of them.
Melissa was too embarrassed to look them in the eyes. She had done it again. She had wet herself when she had reached orgasm. Damian and Luke probably thought she was dirty as well. Tears of humiliation and shame 18
began rolling down her cheeks again.
“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I can't seem to help it,”
Melissa whispered in agony.
“What exactly are you sorry for Melissa?” Luke asked not understanding. When Melissa didn't reply and kept her eyes down on the floor, Damian walked over to her. He gently took her chin in his thumb and finger and lifted her gaze to his.
“I wet myself,” Melissa confessed in a broken sob.
“I've done it once before. I didn't know what you were doing to me was real. I thought I was dreaming.”
Damian couldn't stand her unnecessary heartache anymore. Bending down he scooped her up into his arms taking her back into the bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed, tucking Melissa onto his lap and into the warmth of his muscular chest.
“Melissa I'm going to ask you a few personal questions which I want you to answer truthfully. How many times have you had sex honey?”
Melissa closed her eyes against the humiliation and pain of the censorious look she was certain she would see on Luke and Damian’s face.
“Um… if you mean intercourse, I haven't. If you mean heavy petting, twice including today. I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me,” Melissa sobbed and looked away.
“Ah little Mel, who told you there was something wrong with you?” Damian asked trying to keep the fury from his voice.
“My ex boyfriend. He told me I was dirty.”
“There is nothing wrong with you honey. It's natural for some women to ejaculate when they cum. You did not wet yourself. Your ex is a complete bastard. He obviously didn't know what he was talking about. Men ejaculate all the time Melissa. In fact one of the things that turn Luke and I on the most, is if we can get a woman to cum like that 19
all the time. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart. It's a natural body function,” Damian explained in a croon.
“Really?” Melissa asked, not sure if she should believe Damian or not.
“I can prove it to you if you'd like Mel,” Luke informed her.
“You can? How?” Melissa asked doubtfully.
“Come with Damian and I into our office and I will show you all the information you want on female ejaculation or the colloquial way of putting it, is squirting.”
Melissa followed Luke and Damian into their office and watched as Luke sat down on the chair to do a search on female ejaculation. When he found the information he wanted, he spun the chair around and placed his hands around Melissa tiny